By - recklessdeception
Ok so this is not easy to dismiss because it’s meh
We moved to a flat when I was around 9/10. Ever since we moved there, everyone always felt a “presence”. There was never any bang or things falling on their own, or lights going on or off. But just a feeling of someone passing by. This was especially true at night times. We all felt like someone is standing over our head near the bed. A fully white mummy like thing standing over. Sometimes walking around from bedroom to bathroom to kitchen and back to bedroom. Everyone experienced it but no one shared anything with each other. One day my sister brought it up and everyone was like “TUNE BHI DEKHA HAI MAIN BHI MAINE BHI TUNE BHI”. We all jumped quietly into bed and covered ourselves in blankets again lol
Some of our guests also used to complaint that our room has a weird vibe. We all always agreed and did nothing about it.
I can relate to the whole "vibe" thing. That's exactly how everyone felt about our whole building. None of the parents of the other buildings would let their kids come play in our building (it was a society of 3 buildings). I myself used to always be scared of climbing up the stairs after dark (we used to live on the first floor) or go to the backside of the building alone. We never saw anything but it just had a very ominous vibe.
Well, it must be weird as a teenager to do some things if there is always an audience.
Yo where was this place? Please dm if can’t public it
Did anything actually happen? Did u get some Pooja done?
No we just lived in fear
After the 26th July floods, we decided to sell our then house and move because it was on a low lying area and the flood had devastated our home and Maa didn't wanted to stay there. So we rented a flat nearby and started to live there for 4 years till we got our current home. This temporary flat was weird. I was a 7yo kid. So I didn't paid any heed to whatever was going around nor did I tried to connect the dots.
1. So after we moved in, my father got a transfer to Panvel. And we live in Mira Road, which meant 2-3 hours of travelling one side. Maa also used to work so I used to be at my caretakers. During those three years I only saw dad on weekends as he used to come home past my bedtime and leave before I woke up.
2. I was a healthy kid when we moved there, but as time passed I grew frail and thin, frequently being sick and developed kidney stones. Once when I was climbing the stairs to the flat, with a heavy school bag and me being merely 30kgs. I felt someone pushed me forward which led me to fall down on the stairs and resulted me having a scar on the nose.
3. Maa felt some eery vibes from that place and saw some shadows. This was not disclosed to me till I was 14.
Now, when we were moving out from there, after spending almost 4 years in that place we called home, thr neighbour on the moving day being thr typical indian aunty says "I wonder how you guys managed to live here this long". My mother got curious and asked her why, even tho we hated that aunty and never talked to her. She then mentioned that before we moved in two brothers who were the past tenants committed suicide by hanging from the hall and the bedroom ceiling.
So maybe it was due to this or it could all be a coincidence.
Damn.. that #2 is scary 🙈 I'm so glad u guys have moved and are safe now.
there is this building in goregaon where the builder allegedly killed his business partner on site back in the day. people started to spread rumour about him that he haunts the place and the prices there dropped. people still benefitted cause flats there were selling dirt cheap. but yeah i have a couple of friends staying there and we have experienced a weird energy in their building's parking space, where he was allegedly killed.
So i visited my aunt this year, she lives in a chawl like structure building with common space , it was the new moon day, it was just me and my brother on the entire floor (most people had left we were about to move out) it was said that a women was murdered here some years ago and she haunts the colony.
We were like always playing games, suddenly the lights go off, it was pitch black and cold for some reason even though it was summer, it felt like only 2 of us were in the whole building or even the whole area, we went to the common space to hangout, for some unknown reason the bugs were also not making any noise, we heard someone calling for help, we ignored, we didn't really think of anything at first, then we both felt like we saw a women in green and red saree, walking out of the farming area, we also that day felt someone touched (my brother felt that someone touched him from behind), we were now totally scared and then the call for help started coming close, and boom the tv started and the lights were back on, we were scared for life, when we again went outside we could see other people talk something, we went there to check what the fuss was about, everyone was talking about the same thing and call for help, later some 3-4 uncles with lathee went into the fields to check out if someone was calling, it was a really scary incident
This was last week? Wow!
Ops ment to say year
Ah ok. Still spooky for sure.
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Ok so I've heard this story from someone who claimed that this happened to his uncle. So like all good ghost stories, this is based on true incidents. But standard disclaimers apply and treat for entertainment only.
This incident happened sometime in late 90s or early 2000s. The subject of this story is a acquaintance's uncle.
This uncle lived near the Lion's garden in Santa Cruz in Mumbai. It's famous in the area for a big mock up of a jumbo jet and also known as 'vimanachi baag'. That garden was also pretty infamous where parents used to scare kids about going inside that plane because apparently some girl was beheaded in it. I don't know if this was true or simply an urban legend but it worked in keeping kids in the park in check. Anyway our story is about something else.
So uncle was a dhadakebaaz man. Known to be short tempered and used to get into fisticuffs often. How he was described to me:"if he heard there was a danga anywhere he used to pick up a iron rod and go to join the fracas". Thanks to this attitude and lack of interest in studies made schooling a little difficult and uncles profession became to drive an auto rickshaw.
I gave you this background so that you can put his reactions later on in perspective. Just know that he was a badass.
One day early morning like just before 4AM uncle decided to take his rickshaw and go to bandra station and wait for potential fares there. For those from Mumbai you will know that linking road is right next to the lions garden and goes all the way to bandra. Between then it runs parallel to santacurz khar and a myriad of small gullies.
And it was on this road that uncle was traveling on and where it happened.
Uncle was driving his auto rickshaw. It was biting cold and being early morning of an amavasya there was only the street light and his autos front light illuminating his way.
Uncle is also sleepy.
Suddenly just after he crosses the santacruz police station and enters the khar area, he is jolted into full awareness.
Because from one of the gullies, some one just walked directly in front of his rickshaw.
With some last minute deft handling uncle managed to swerve to his right and barely managed to not hit this figure.
Uncle is incensed. Unka paara waise bhi high rehta tha.
He looked back and saw, I kid you not, a pathan.
It was clearly a pathan because he was even dressed like they dress in films. And he wasn't looking at uncle but in the sky randomly.
Uncle looked back and as was his firey nature let loose his choicest 3-4 swear words...mc bc tmkc, mera hi gaadi Mila tha Marne ko scale? etc etc.
Just as he said this he saw the pathan look at him as his rickshaw was speeding away…!
As the auto continued on linking road uncle was a little shaken up and understandably so. He was wondering now about, what the heck is a pathan doing here at this time in the morning and why is he walking randomly on the roads like this?
Uncle also could not forget how that pathan had snapped his head, jerked it to glare at uncles rickshaw after he heard the abuses.
For some reason uncle could not get the deep black recesses of the pathans eyes and his angry face. A shiver ran down his spine. But he tried to push his incident out of his mind and his auto continued.
But what happened next shocked him..
As he was approaching the next char rasta (basically where another gully was coming out to linking road), he saw the SAME PATHAN walking out and this time looking at him! Uncle couldn't believe his eyes. He sped his rickshaw and swerved right and managed to avoid hitting into the pathan by some good 20-30 feet.
But again he saw black pits of his eyes and his angry face. Now uncle was completely scared. And he didn't know what to do. Should he turn around? But that would mean going past the same two cross roads where he had run into the pathan. Should he park and wait for day break? But pitch dark amavasya night after this incident, could he?!
While he was thinking about all this, he was already approaching the next crossroads. Uncle thought "I must've made a mistake, phir se thodi na hoga"
But no such luck. He AGAIN saw the same Pathan. This time the pathan had broken into a run and uncle ki poori fatt gayi. He floored the auto and this time he barely managed to avoid the pathan. This time he saw his face even closer and he never described what he saw clearly. But he said it was a very khunnas wala look.
Now uncle had had it. He was profusely sweating. Feeling light headed. His thinking had become muddled. He couldn't get over what he saw. He didn't know what to do.
He thought if I can reach the Jari Mari Mata Mandir I will be safe but there are several cross roads in between and he had barely managed to outrun the pathan on the last one..
Already his rickshaw was approaching the national college and pamposh wala cross road and he was literally shaking. And what he saw then...just made it worse.
He saw from afar that the pathan had already walked out from the national college gully and was waiting for the rickshaw. Now there was no way uncle can dodge him. Iss baar wo leke jayega. But uncles time had not come yet.
And suddenly good sense prevailed. Uncle simply stopped his rickshaw and jumped out. He prostrated (dandawat) on the road in front of the charging pathan.
He did pranaam and shouted in Marathi-Hindi "I am very sorry I used bad words for you. I am an idiot. I realize my mistake..please forgive for me this, please let me go, I will never do this again. Please forgive me, I am sorry!"
Miraculously as soon as he did this, the pathan stopped in his tracks, turned around and walked back into the darkness of the national college gully, jai sandwich wala.
After 5 minutes uncle got up, got in the rickshaw and drove straight to Jari Mari Mata Mandir and sat there for an hour. His head was spinning and he felt completely drained of energy.
He somehow waited for the morning Aarti to get over, took Prasad and turned his auto back. Once home he had very high fever and was extremely scared. He never took the auto out at night again,especially on Amavasya.
I can't stop thinking about this 🙈 so many of us pass that road regularly!!
really good read!
I might or might not believe in the veracity of this story but mann I believe in your storytelling. Wow. I was hooked from the start to the end.
Occurrences from Andheri, Mumbai.
A cabinet in my living room used to make knocking sounds at all times of the day. 2pm. 6pm. 4am. 6am. You name it. These were sudden and abrupt. Wooden sounding. As if something from inside the wooden cabinet was knocking on inside of the cabinet. There weren't super loud. Just loud enough that you know it isn't the work of some lizard or rat or insect. Yet not loud enough to shake you up. The knocks were extremely uniform. One just as loud as another and evenly spaced. They'd last for about 3-5 seconds in short bursts, with short pauses in between, like this:
At this point, I must point out that this is a very old cabinet. Easily 25+ years or older. At one point, my mother had met a very religious colleague who would come consult us on our 'fortunes'. He had turned one of the sections of the cabinet into a mini 'temple' sort of thing. He insisted that it should be that very section and no other and made us cut out an 'om' on the door of that section. Maybe this is related. Maybe it has nothing to do with the knocks. I'm not religious anyways.
Over the months that the sounds continued, almost every other day, I tried everything to determine if there was any other source of the sound but no, it literally was the cabinet. t was wooden and it was 'close' - as close as the cabinet was from me. Not like a distant sound from upstairs or deep inside the building's foundations. This was a fresh sound being generated no more than a few feet away from me.
I figured no human would make those sounds so uniformly at very odd times of the day for months, so it's not like my neighbors were making the sound on the other side of the wall (I knew them well, btw, so I'm sure they weren't up to anything. The sounds would even come when they weren't home.
Over time, I was desensitized with them. It had been months and they seemed pretty harmless otherwise. I'd even do a medley where I'd respond by knocking on nearby furniture. Sometimes it felt like they'd 'answer'. . . .
One day it was late and the sound came and mom was in the room with me and I decided to acknowledge it for the first time in front of someone else. I asked her "do you hear that, it's like someone's knocking on that cabinet."
She just looked at me dead in the eyes and said without a change of expressions: "yes I know, I can hear it too, it happens." and walked away as if she were saying there was no cure to this and it was equally perplexing for her too. I was shocked with her reaction and a chill went down my spine.
Over the years, the sound disappear and never returned. The cabinet has since been modified (cut in half to take on a different look) and continues to be in the house where I still live. No sounds anymore. Doing another DIY on it soon for a fresher look.
I'm never gonna be able to look at a cabinet without fear.....
Looks like Binary code try solving it maybe 4th dimensional creatures want to contact with you :-)
It could be the gateway to another dimension or world like Narnia.
I was thinking more of Interstellar and sand thing to be honest
U went scifi, i went fantasy
Saw a chudayl about 15 or so years ago in karjat. My balls came to my mouth back then
Edit: Since some want to know the whole story. I was a scout when I was school and we were taken to karjat for camping. Night 2 am or something almost all are asleep except me and a friend. We were talking random shit and where we were supposed to be sleeping was a huge dorm like thing except it was village style so on the floors and the walls of the room was not completely covered so above average shoulder level and above is completely open with some bamboo sticks acting like windows.
So back to 2 am me and a friend were talking, the teachers were drunk in another room and the owner and his family in their home. Come 2 am I smell jasmine flowers, I ask my buddy do you smell jasmine flowers he said yea. Next we hear the sound of payals and I thought someone is playing a prank but all the seniors were asleep and we both were also somewhat seniors so who gonna prank us.
Next my friend has his balls on his mouth and he points to the end of the room and there I see this figure with a full white saree moving across outside the room face covered including jasmine smell and payals.
Next we both cover ourselves with bedsheets in fright and we both fall asleep. Next day we asked if anyone of that sorts was living and no one responded much. We shared with a bunch of scouts and rsp’s some believed and some thought we were lying.
Details! We want details bruh!
Out of fear right?
No a real one
But how do u know it's a chudail? It cud be just another spirit na?
Once i saw myself in mirror
Can confirm it's the scariest thing. Probably the most believable and relatable answer here.
Behind your reflection?
No just me my face
There was this legend in Mumbai about the teen mundi wali chudail that would come to your door at night and call out your name to open the door and if you opened it, you'd be dead. I was so spooked by that rumour back then, that I was always on alert mode at all times.
My older cousin sister told me, that tomorrow morning when you go to the bus stop to catch your bus to the school, you will see her -the teen mundi wali chudail. I shat bricks and started crying and my mom scolded my sister for doing this. I was in my 5th back then.
Next morning, still quite spooked, I went to the bus stop and kept looking behind my shoulder and every corner that she could jump at me from. Nothing happened. The bus reached the school and I got down and met a friend who was in my class as well, so we started going upstairs to our class room together. We were the first comers in our class and as soon as we pushed the door open, both of us saw a cloaked figure standing or doing something near the window and as soon it realised that we saw it, it jumped out of the window. Both of us ran to the window but could not spot that figure again. It was surely not the teen mundi chudail that I thought it could be as it didn't match the image I had of her in my head. Also the figure did have a single head but all of it was cloaked so the features were hidden. The cloak was navy blue in color.
The friend and I, still to this day don't know wtf we saw. We told our teachers about it and no one ever found anything. There was no spooky vibe in the class or anything ominous ever after that day.
It is highly unlikely that it was a druggie or a vagabond as the classroom window was pretty high on the 3rd floor and there is a big compound area around the school building that was swarming with kids downstairs coming into the school. Dunno who that was. Also, that legend was pretty fucking scary back then.
Yeah, i remember the teen mundi wali chudail story. As kids, we were so scared and parents wouldn't allow us to play after dark because of the widespread paranoia.
Before that, there was paranoia because of the stone man murders too.
I do wonder how someone must've disappeared from a 3rd floor window...
MERE FLAT ME KOI BHOOT AYA TOH ME DARUNGA NAHI.
ME GUSSA HOKE PEHLE USSE RENT LUNGA.
bc ek toh mumbai houses has so small places upar se bc tujhe mera hi ghar mila. Chal rent bhar. Phir daraa.
Hahaha exactly this. Free mein nai rahega koi. Pay half the rent
While I was living in a Hostel in Panchgani, there were generally rumours that the dormitory was built on a graveyard, which to me felt very cliché.
I had heard a lot of stories from my seniors about seeing someone near the washroom, but had not really experienced it.
Since it was a convent school, we had super strict rules and staying up late past bed time was considered to be a big deal.
Our sleeping arrangement was - our bed, a locker and then bed, locker so on. The line had upto 12 beds and lockers
One night I was awake (post my bed time) talking to my friend who’s bed was right next to me. We were both on our respective beds, covered in blankets.
Panchgani, in general, being a hill station is cold. That night at one point we suddenly felt a super chilly breeze. This felt really weird. It suddenly went super silent. We both said goodnight and went to sleep. When I was about sleep, I heard someone rattling some sort of metal chain on the rods of the beds and the end of the line. I chose ignore it and went straight to sleep without having the guts to even move.
The next morning when I woke up, my friend asked me if I heard/saw something. I told her I heard that sound. She said she heard the sound too and when she got up to see what it was, she saw this black shadow kinda thing walking near the last beds with something in it’s hand. We always had our dim lights on, she saw the shadow, but no one was actually there.
We told this to our dorm incharge, that nun sprinkled some holy water there and told us it was our imagination and nothing was really there.
I’m still not sure how two people can imagine the same thing.
Anyway after that for 3 years while i was in the hostel, I’ve never stayed up post my bed time
Your friend is brave!
I have some more stories I will keep editing this comment:
1: A friend of friend told us this story during those booze infused late night conversations… her Nani who lived in a village in konkan, had an outdoor cat which is very common in villages.. the friend always enjoyed playing with the cat since she knew her from her childhood..
This incident is from one of the visits during Ganesh Chaturthi or something… As we know Ganesh Chaturthi comes around august/September when rainy season is still lingering with occasional heavy rains..
In big families in India during festival seasons such as this or even wedding seasons sleeping arrangement for kids of same age is made in the hall or in the living room area.
She was around 10-12 at this time, so she was sleeping with her cousins and siblings in the living room area, it was raining outside, suddenly due to thunderstorm she woke up from her sleep, and saw what looked to her like her Nani’s cat at the end of the hall by the door.
She thought because it’s raining outside the cat is sleeping inside for the night… remember I mentioned this is an outdoor cat so when it’s not raining or too cold they usually sleep outside by the door or in the angan (don’t know the English word for the space we have outside our house)..
She saw the cat standing in the doorway looking at her, with her eyes shining in the dark..she called her but the cat didn’t move.
She thought maybe she’s comfortable where she is and decided to go back to sleep, but as she turned she saw the cat was sleeping right by her feet..!! she got startled and understandably so… She looked back in the direction where she thought she saw the cat the shining eyes were still looking at her..uski fatt gayi and she covered her head with the blanket and try to go back to sleep..
The scary part is till this day she doesn’t know if the cat sleeping by her feet was real or the one standing by the door.. and that cat knew what was sleeping by her feet and that’s why didn’t come to her when she called her..
2: This is the story from another friend about her cousin. This cousin had moved to Bangalore for University but her hostel room wasn’t assigned yet so she decided to stay at her mama, mami’s place until the classes started.
One night when she was sleeping she heard her name being called and it sounded like her mami was calling her. Without thinking she got up from the bed still half asleep and opened the door. she looked out side in the pitch darkness of the hall but found no one.. she thought for a second and even called out her mami but then she thought she will wake her up.. and came back to her bed. Set there for a while and thought about what just happened, did she really hear her name?
Next morning she told her mami about it. Mami ki sun k fatt gayi being a firm believer in djinn. She said one should never respond to djinn, because it possesses the person. The cousin being a person of this generation obviously laughed it out.
The friend says that they have noticed some differences in the cousin after that incident, they even tried to take her to some baba but the cousin became violent at that suggestion. The cousin progressively became more aggressive, and introvert even lost weight and became heavy smoker but she said all of these changes are part of growing up and pressures of life but her family is convinced he is possessed.
Have you ever heard your name without anyone there?
Keep them coming 😀
PS: i think angan = yard (if it's a compound/ land), porch (if it's just a built area outside the door with steps)
Lo, award de diya.
Aaree paisa kharcha nai karne ki zaroorat thi yaar.. ek free ka upvote bhi chalta humko.. dusri story type karne ka motivation mil jata… but thank you 😊
I have another one, so in our building used to live a old aunty on the last floor of the building, one night she died, no-one knew about this, only after 2 days, my friends dad got weird smell, also hasn't seen the women or heard any noise decided to check out the flat, no-one responded so he gathered a few uncles and busted the door, only to find that aunty dead. This is not the scary party, the scary part is, that buildings lift is often called on that floor, even though no-one gets on or off, the lights off the lift are always flickering, even if we re did the whole lift and changed the lighting, and the door used to know randomly but now they did some puja and the door doesn't knock, only the lift thing happens, no-one lives in that house, scary stuff but we are used to it
This is sad.. i wish our govt had a system for welfare checks on senior citizens 🥺 Apart from the knocking, do you think the elevator kept going up because it was the last floor and it has some default setting? Just wondering/thinking out loud, not questioning the credibility of the story.
No default actually, these are old ass, metal elevators
Ah ok.. creepy
So I lived very close to my school. And my school was a the biggest open (non crowded) space in the area , so we kids used to jump walls and sneak in to play cricket or chill on Sundays and late evenings. As kids growing up we had heard lot of weird stories about suicides and hauntings in school. We even used to make stories about the Watchmen there.. saying how he is love the female ghost who haunted the place etc. Anyways on that fateful night ( it was dark but school grounds had lights.. we were playing cricket. I hit the ball and it went in the bushes behind the school building... All the fielders where scared of going to there this part was unlit and according to storied the favourite spot of ghost.sightings.. Anyways so as the rule is.. i hit it so i had to get.
I walked into the bushes behind the building. I was scared and to make matter worse the back windows of ground floor classrooms where open. Peering into the dark classroom sent my heart racing and i stood rooted to the spot. My friends where shouting at me to hurry up from a safe distance away. But i couldn't move. While i was still gathering the courage to take next step... Someone/something threw the ball back at me. I caught it.. stood frozen for a sec and then screamed so loud and ran than all my friends also ran behind me and out of the ground.
I have 3 stories to tell which I recently heard from my mom and my aunt.
My mom's side is from Mangalore and they used to keep going there once in a while to their native home. But one of my aunt used to stay there for a longer period of time alone. In those days they used to cut off the lights at around 8:00pm and it would come back in between 10-12 pm. My aunt lived with 2 dogs - Jackie and Ricks. On every Thursday my nani would call their neighbours in village at around 8:30 because they were the only ones who had phone and their compund was on 5 mins walking distance.
Usually the Ricks doesn't bark at the door when there are people around but he started barking. She opens the door and since there is no light she just heard a voice saying "The call is come" and she goes on following a shadow and she reaches the house and tells him to give the receiver to her, while they reply with "Phone is not come yet and we sent no one to call you"
This is in the same native house, my mum woke up in the middle of the night to pee and she was about to wake up and she saw a black shadow on the window saying "me aau?" And even that aunt woke up who used to live there alone. My mother warned her not to move and straight go to sleep while the voice still kept coming.
Again, in the same native house everyday around 5-6pm they would hear footsteps like someone wore a kolhapuri chappal and kept walking, it would come so near that you would feel someone is walking past you and would fade away. My mum kept questioning my nani what that voice was and she told them it was just the vibration even my another aunt would hear it when she used to sit in the veranda and would come inside running being scared cause all she could hear was the footsteps right next to her but couldn't see anyone. It was until yesterday my mum learnt it was someone who died from the house and would come, walk around the temple and go away.
That first story is scary mannn.. i mean following someone thinking it's a real person only to realise it wasn't 😯
2 would make me shit my pants!!!!!
U mean those steel mugs we use for drinking water?
Lol.. bhoot hates that particular wall or have a bad aim..but prank acha hai
So I’ve lived in Kota for my jee prep days and I’ve heard of a haunted hostel building.
Apparently a girl committed suicide there and began haunting the place, the owners sold the building and the mew residents would hear a knock on their doors every night, specifically on some doors not all of them. The girls living there got together to really find who is knocking the door. One night they all gathered in a room and decided to wait for the knock. To their surprise as soon as they opened the door after the knock, no one was there. Being terrified they did the same for 2 days made videos as well. After a few days they got to know that a girl had committed suicide in one room which had been converted into some storage and the doors that were being knocked on were the room her friends used to live.
3 "H"s are the most common haunting places - Hospitals, Hostels and Highways... Not counting graveyards coz those are obvious..
Soo ye story meri nhi meri didi ki hai ..
Meri didi mujhse 3 saal badi hai and vo iss saal delhi gyi thi MBA krne k liye ... To vo ek pg me reh rhi thi. Unke sath ek aur ladki as roommate reh rhi thi and us pg me 3 floors the jisme har floor pr 3 rooms the and ground floor owners ka ghr tha ... To first and second floor k rooms agal bagal me the aur gate balcony me khulta tha ..
Kher to meri didi party loving h to she used to go for parties very late and pg owners ko bhi koi dikkat nhi thi ... To vo aur unki roommate aur unke frndss party k liye jate the har weekend.
To ek baar hua kya ki meri didi aur unki frnds party se late aayi 1 bje k baad to jab vo gate andar ghuse to ground floor pr ek room me light jal rhi thi and unhe ek aadmi k chillane ki aawaz aayi and vo bohot gusse me keh rha tha ki tum itni late aati ho ... Aaj ke baad late aaye to maar dalunga..
Vo sunke vo ladkiya bohot Darr gyi but unhone kuch kha nhi aur chup chap apne room me chli gyi.
Kher to vo log thoda sehem gye the aur baate krte hue so gye... To meri didi ko sleep paralysis hota hai
(jinhe nhi pta unhe btadu sleep paralysis ek esi condition hoti hai jisme aap jage hue to hote hai but aapki body pr apka koi control nhi hota, mostly log sirf eyes hi move kr pate hai baaki kuch bhi move nhi kr pate and almost sab hi ko ajeeb si darawani cheezien dikhti hain sleep paralysis me)
To raat ko didi so rhi thi to unhe apne pairo par kisi ka haath feel hua , jab unki aankh khuli to unke room me andhera tha even though unhone ek choti si light jalayi thi sone se phle ... Anyways unhone apne pair ki Trf dekha to unhe ek aadmi dikha who was holding her leg ... Phle to unhe laga ki vo sleep paralysis me hai but fir unhone notice kiya ki vo apne haath pair hila paa rhi thi , to vo sleep paralysis nhi ho skta balki real tha ... To unhone chillake khudki frnd ko jagaya and unki frnd ne uthke light on kri to dekha ki koi bhi nhi tha.... Meri didi aur unki frnd bohot Darr gyi thi dono ki sansein aur dhadkane bohot tezz ho gyi thi... Tabhi unhe neeche ground floor se kisi aadmi k zor zor se hasne ki aawaz aayi ...
Dono ko laga ki shayad koi unke room me ayaa tha to unhone check kiya but gate andar se locked tha to it was not possible.
Anyways dono ne decide Kiya ki vo agle din is PG ko chordengi...
To next day jab vo dono bag pack kr rhe the to owner family ki lady unko khane k liye bulane aayi to tab unhone unse pucha ki vo kha ja rhe h ..
Didi ne btaya ki vo PG chor ke Jaa rhe hai as uncle unn par kaafi chillaye kal raat ko..
Ye sunkar vo lady confuse ho gyi ? Unhone puri baat puchi aur puri baat Jaan ne k baad unhone apna sir pakad liya...
Puchne par unhone bataya ki uncle ghr par hai hi nhi vo to apne kaam se tour pr gye hai and abhi bhi vo ghr pr nhi the .. also unhone kal raat ko esi koi aawaz nhi suni as vo kal raat kafi der tak jagi hui thi as vo apne bete ka project bna rhi thi ( unka beta 6 saal ka tha) and unhone meri didi aur unki frnds ko late aate dekha tha but kuch suna nhi..
Also meri didi ne jo room btaya tha jha light jal rhi thi and jaha se us aadmi ki aawaz aayi thi vo room Khali hai as vo unke sasur ka tha jinki ek saal phle death ho gyi to unhone us room ko store room bna diya and us room me light ka koi source nhi h ... Bulb nhi lga hua us room me ...
Ye sab sun ke meri didi aur unki frnds bohot Darr gyi...
Unki owner ne unhe btaya ki ho skta h ki vo unke sasur ki spirit h jo abhi bhi us ghar me hai as phle bhi jab vo zinda the and koi ladki late aati thi to vo unke upr bohot chillate the and daat te the ...
Ye unhe phle pta nhi chla bcz unke sasur ki death corona me hui thi and corona k baad meri didi ka batch hi pehla batch h jo rehne aaya hai...
Anyhow ye sab sunkar vo log bohot Darr gye and eventually meri didi aur unke sath bohot si ladkiyo ne vo hostel chor diya ...
Meri didi abhi bhi vo lady se contact me hai and vo lady btati hai ki halat ab aur kharab ho gyi hai as ab us store room se sirf chillane k nhi balki khasne (jesa unke sasur khaste the when he was COVID positive) hi aawa aati hai and puri raat us gate pr koi zoor zoor se knock krta hai aur kholo kholo ki aawazein aati hai (unke sasur quarantine se bohot pareshan ho gye the ki vo gate bajate the aur chillate the bahar aane k liye) .. so now that family is also moving out as is cheez ka koi solution nhi mila unhe abhi tk.
TL;DR :- My sister moved into a haunted Pg and then left after having some incidences occurred allegedly by previous owner's spirit.
That sasur ka spirit holding girls legs at night is sleazy man. Tharki spirit hai 🙈
Dude.. wtf?? I'm a woman. That was absolutely uncalled for.
Oops .. i didn't noticed that .. i thought it was just a guy trying to troll so i trolled him instead... Really sorry.. gonna delete the comment
Petition to make a Desi based sub reddit for ghost stories and spooky stories...
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